Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Norway and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Moody Blues to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Terry Callier,
Minor Threat,
Franke,
The Electric Prunes,
Joy Division,
Marvin Gaye,
The Human League,
The Selecter,
Alton Ellis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deakin,
Bobby Womack,
Kenny Larkin,
The Doors,
Wolf Eyes,
Pantytec,
Ornette Coleman,
Byron Stingily,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Magma,
The Invisible,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Lydon,
The Fortunes,
Sandy B,
Nils Olav,
The Stooges,
CMW,
kango's stein massive,
Jawbox,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Monks,
This Heat,
Drive Like Jehu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aswad,
Rites of Spring,
Danielle Patucci,
Young Marble Giants,
The Barracudas,
Pagans,
Zero Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
The Busters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lower 48,
Ten City,
Isaac Hayes,
Chris & Cosey,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Raincoats,
Organ,
The Monochrome Set,
Underground Resistance,
Lalann,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Audionom,
Anthony Braxton,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.